Qiao Xi lowered her head in a daze. It was only then that she realized that she was so distracted that she had forgotten about the broken glass. The glass shards were right under her feet. The soles of her indoor slippers were very thin, and if she stepped on them accidentally, they might have pierced her feet. Fortunately, Shen Hanxing caught her in time. As for Shen Hanxing's hand that was holding hers, her fingers were long and beautiful. Her pink nails were round and trimmed, and they glowed with a healthy luster. It was a healthy and natural beauty that manicured nails could not create. Her line of sight moved up from her palm to her slender arms, and finally, it reached Shen Hanxing's radiant face that was difficult to even reflect in paintings.